Realistic or Modern Infernal Intervention [Reboot]

[Stikes]

Crowfather
Characters near: Team Ezec
Location: IIHQ, Initiation Area

The earthborn deity shifts as Jacob addresses him, then cocks his head at Mel's speech and Hinzerhaus's garbled rebuttal. The boy was obviously distressed, but the other two men had the right of it. He'd seen the final moments of many a soldier, and all too often, they died because they didn't follow the better judgement of a commander. Not always, of course... but enough.

"Please, Melchizedek, do not be unreasonable. The Saint has more combat experience than any of us, and his plan is, as Hinzerhaus says, sound. Though-" he fixes his hood on Jacob "- perhaps it would be beneficial for you to be somewhat more mindful of other's limitations." Crowfather shakes his head. "In any case, whenever we move, I will provide cover to you all from above. My abilities should disrupt any efforts they may take against us."

 

[Lemercer]

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What unfolded before the harbinger's eyes reminded him starkly of his own initiation. In both the demon boy and the templar he saw the resemblance between him and his very own captain. If only he had known then what he knew now. As the general tone of the chamber escalated Asher began to see why he had been placed on this team, and he looked carefully to his mentor so as not to misread the situation. The two shared a look, a nod of assurance from Sandalphon encouraging his intervention. His head spun to the director, "checking all the boxes" as it were before he stepped in. Pallas' dark eyes met his own, flames lightly dancing behind Asher's pupils. What this team required at this moment was a guide, a burden that fell to him. The director gestured forward, clearing the path for the Semitic soldier. With that gesture his heavy boots made punctuating thuds as he walked forward, addressing the entire group for the first time following Crowfather's words.

"An eager group you've got here director, all around. From youngest to oldest." Asher said, his usual steely voice filling the pause of silence. The most unusual thing about Asher was perhaps the fact that he didn't look a defined age, having characteristics of both youth and maturity strewn about his body and face. "I implore you all to remember what you have been brought here to become a part of. You are now members of an Infernal Intervention team, emphasis on team." his gaze drifted to each and every member, hinting no sign of intimidation nor weakness, his eyes glowing a light amber. "Above all, you are to be a unit. Division within a team will lead to nothing short of death. Both among the civilians and yourselves". He reached an arm out to the illusion before them, pointing towards the building they intended to infiltrate. "Inside that building sit scared people, counting on you-" he said, looking at intermittently at each member, lingering on the opposing members, the saint, and the demon. " To save them, you must be intervention Team Ezec, and you must intervene, as a team. And if you can't do that," he paused. "Perhaps you shouldn't be here". He looked pointedly towards the elderly saint, exchanging a look of mutual respect, though ultimately slight with a reprimand.

"Thank you for your insight, Jacob, your experience will be invaluable on further missions. Though, please, respect your teammates. Your plan is solid, though it has a few holes, mainly in that very same oversight of your teammates. And take care to remember our greatest objective as bureau agents is to protect the innocent." His eyes shifted to the young boy, his gaze becoming almost fatherly, though still sharp "Melchizedek, do know no one here means you harm. We are a unit, and we have an objective. Discourse breeds failure, be sure you are not the source of that failure." With this, he began to address the entire group "Now, let us amend the plan before us. I'd like to implore you all to not split up so quickly, in that building are many mages and soldiers, all acolytes of the god of terror." Asher took a few steps back, clearing the air for the team to begin their intervention

"The most important thing is right now is to get the hostages, the quickest way to ascertain their position is through Amelia and Crowfather," he said, addressing the two "Your abilities will be invaluable, and most importantly damn near undetectable." He turned to the djinn, which was definitely the first sighting on an intervention team "as soon as the hostages are located, you, Aziza, will be most well equipped to retrieve them" Next he set his sights on the towering, saber-wielding man. "Hinzerhaus, while I appreciate your willingness, I'll be escorting Amelia, I believe your skills are best suited for the assault with Saint Jacob" A thin layer of holy flame covered Asher's hands as he prepared to enter combat "Remember Deimos, while the god of terror, is a coward himself. We are stronger as a team, and we must work as one, no matter what is encountered on the other side of that door. Now, Shall we Ms. Quinton?" ​

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Interacting: Team Ezec
Located: Initiation Chamber
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[St. Boethius]

St. Jacob had been listening to each members responses and had already began to alter the plan when their mentor appeared before then to give them a guiding hand. The Saint bowed his head in respect to the Harbinger and listened to his criticism fairly. It was correct that he had been too caught up in destroying the enemy than rescuing the hostages. While the threat to the hostages never left the saints mind it was obvious that his usual tactics would not work. Safety through destruction was the core of St. Jacob’s philosophy. Peace upheld through overwhelming and unforgiving strength. It radiates through every aspect of his life. This was the first time that philosophy had been challenged in a very long time and surprisingly the Saint didn’t get angry at being overruled but welcomed the new ideas. After all, the safety of the civilians is paramount. It doesn’t matter how that objective is achieved so long as it is achieved without fail.
“ Understood, Asher. As more of a spell caster than a fighter I will lay down the foundation of a large scale spell over the convention center after we clear the front. Once I cast the spell it should give us a major advantage in the fight; a mass binding of enemies within a certain power range. This way i won’t negatively affect Melchizedek. Though I will need Miss Quinton’s help as I need to know locations of the enemies and their types. If all goes well the enemy will become a friend. After I’ve exhausted my resources I can form my holy power into a variety of weapons just as I have with this armor.”
St. Jacob fell in line as a subordinate just as quickly as he had began giving orders. He explained not only his plan but the extent of his abilities. Though the armor looked neat it offered no physical protection; it only functioned as a shield against magic. Other than that it was an effective weapon as it is the holy power of Shaddai given form.

 

[Ayama]

Melchizedek Mochizuki
'Mel' - 'Dozer' - 'The Tank'​

Location: Initiation grounds
With: Team Ezec
Currently: Rarin' to go
Carrying: Nada

The man in the gas mask drew a couple of lethal-looking weapons- the sword glowed green. When he asked Mel if he had a better plan than the one Jacob had suggested, he shrank back further, shaking his head. He hadn't been suggesting he should be the one in charge- he just wanted it stated it was wrong for the Saint to act like he was de facto team leader.

Rachel seemed unsure of him now, as she explained to Jacob the limitations of her power, and Mel felt ashamed of himself. It was one thing for humans to see him in his normal state- quite another for them to witness his demonic temper. When they did, they usually became afraid of him- or at the very least no longer relaxed and friendly towards him. He bit his lip worriedly.

Johan also tried to explain the limitations of his power, turning to Rachel in concern. When he stated that the Saint had no idea what he was doing, Mel felt a fierce sense of vindication flare within him. Surprising him once more, Johan put an arm around his shoulder and rubbed his head, telling him reassuringly to ignore the Saint.

Mel blushed pink, a happy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the situation. Maybe his outburst hadn't made them all think he was a monster after all... When he asked if there was anything he had in mind, Mel looked down and mumbled something about being fast and taking down the guards, though he wasn't sure anyone would hear him.

When the crow spirit called him unreasonable, Mel's blush deepened. The slow, measured manner in which Crowfather spoke had a way of making you feel young and foolish.

Then Special Agent Salah spoke, and Mel felt a trill of fear. Was he about to be reprimanded? Salah had been assigned to the team, he was an experienced veteran... Planning out the attack was probably just as much a part of the test as the rescue itself- had Mel already failed? Would he be branded as a loose cannon? Deemed too unstable for battle and ejected from Intervention altogether?

He kept his eyes trained on his sneakers, flapping wings betraying his agitation, flinching as if struck when Salah mentioned 'youngest', knowing this referred to him. As he gave them a lecture about being part of a team, Mel felt his cheeks go red with shame, though he maintained stubbornly (without saying so out loud) that simply ordering people around instead of trying to make a plan with the group, as the Saint had done, wasn't teamwork either.

At the mention of scared people counting on them, Mel looked up into Salah's eyes, distraught. If this was a test, he was clearly failing. They were expected to rescue those innocent people, and Mel had been too busy getting angry at the Saint to spare them a second thought. He bit his lower lip hard, shame roiling in his stomach.

When Salah said that, if they couldn't act as a team, then perhaps they shouldn't be here, he flinched again but, to his utter surprise, the agent was not looking at him but at the Saint. He blinked in astonishment as he asked the Saint to respect his teammates, pointing out the very flaw in his plan that had angered Mel in the first place. He was dumbstruck.

When Salah's gaze shifted to him, Mel started, looking like a guilty kid caught putting graffiti on the wall or other equally idiotic stunt. When he told him that no one in the group meant him harm, part of him felt ashamed, as indeed none of the others (except maybe Leo and Jago) had treated him with anything but kindness. But his inner demon, betrayed by a vicious twitch of his tail, snarled Tell that to Saint Judas over there...

Mel's inner demon mostly only appeared when it and he were threatened, and it would not be so quick to forget those searing flashes of holy light.

"Discourse breeds failure, be sure you are not the source of that failure," Salah said, snapping him out of it. Mel nodded once, contrite, but also puzzled. Wasn't talking about things how they would agree and decide on a course of action as a team and solidify their unity? Though perhaps he meant that, in battle, a soldier questioning or arguing with his commander could get his team killed.

Mel knew this to be true but, in order for a team to blindly follow a commander's orders, they had to trust that commander, and Jacob had done more than enough not to make Mel (or several of the others) trust him. Besides, he wasn't their commander- or at least, not yet. Not ever, if I have anything to say about it, his demon half purred vehemently.

It seems the lecture portion was over, however, and Salah stepped back and addressed the team as a whole, making modifications to the plan. He nodded as he took in the words, viewing the building strategically as he'd been taught. He felt a twist of guilt at using battle tactics learned from demons in this situation, but it was the only training he'd ever received.

The Saint didn't make any objections to Salah's remonstrations, but he also showed no remorse for his actions and seemed entirely unapologetic about it. Mel couldn't pretend not to be bothered by this, but now was not the time. When Jacob mentioned casting a large-scale spell over the center after they had cleared the front, Mel's role became immediately clear to him.

Previous animosity aside, now his demon half was simply itching for a fight. Mel was bouncing on the balls of his feet, tail twitching back and forth in a predatory fashion, grinning from ear to ear. He wanted to be off the leash.

"In the time it takes you to prepare your spell, old man," he said, unable to resist making the jibe, "I'll take out those three guards at the front. Just make sure I've gotten clear before you send the holy spirit into that building."

He nodded in acknowledgment when Jacob made the comment about not negatively affecting him. Well, it was something at least.

He looked over at Salah expectantly, waiting to be given the order, wanting to get this started.

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The man in the gas mask drew a couple of lethal-looking weapons- the sword glowed green. When he asked Mel if he had a better plan than the one Jacob had suggested, he shrank back further, shaking his head. He hadn't been suggesting he should be the one in charge- he just wanted it stated it was wrong for the Saint to act like he was de facto team leader.

Rachel seemed unsure of him now, as she explained to Jacob the limitations of her power, and Mel felt ashamed of himself. It was one thing for humans to see him in his normal state- quite another for them to witness his demonic temper. When they did, they usually became afraid of him- or at the very least no longer relaxed and friendly towards him. He bit his lip worriedly.

Johan also tried to explain the limitations of his power, turning to Rachel in concern. When he stated that the Saint had no idea what he was doing, Mel felt a fierce sense of vindication flare within him. Surprising him once more, Johan put an arm around his shoulder and rubbed his head, telling him reassuringly to ignore the Saint.

Mel blushed pink, a happy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the situation. Maybe his outburst hadn't made them all think he was a monster after all... When he asked if there was anything he had in mind, Mel looked down and mumbled something about being fast and taking down the guards, though he wasn't sure anyone would hear him.

When the crow spirit called him unreasonable, Mel's blush deepened. The slow, measured manner in which Crowfather spoke had a way of making you feel young and foolish.

Then Special Agent Salah spoke, and Mel felt a trill of fear. Was he about to be reprimanded? Salah had been assigned to the team, he was an experienced veteran... Planning out the attack was probably just as much a part of the test as the rescue itself- had Mel already failed? Would he be branded as a loose cannon? Deemed too unstable for battle and ejected from Intervention altogether?

He kept his eyes trained on his sneakers, flapping wings betraying his agitation, flinching as if struck when Salah mentioned 'youngest', knowing this referred to him. As he gave them a lecture about being part of a team, Mel felt his cheeks go red with shame, though he maintained stubbornly (without saying so out loud) that simply ordering people around instead of trying to make a plan with the group, as the Saint had done, wasn't teamwork either.

At the mention of scared people counting on them, Mel looked up into Salah's eyes, distraught. If this was a test, he was clearly failing. They were expected to rescue those innocent people, and Mel had been too busy getting angry at the Saint to spare them a second thought. He bit his lower lip hard, shame roiling in his stomach.

When Salah said that, if they couldn't act as a team, then perhaps they shouldn't be here, he flinched again but, to his utter surprise, the agent was not looking at him but at the Saint. He blinked in astonishment as he asked the Saint to respect his teammates, pointing out the very flaw in his plan that had angered Mel in the first place. He was dumbstruck.

When Salah's gaze shifted to him, Mel started, looking like a guilty kid caught putting graffiti on the wall or other equally idiotic stunt. When he told him that no one in the group meant him harm, part of him felt ashamed, as indeed none of the others (except maybe Leo and Jago) had treated him with anything but kindness. But his inner demon, betrayed by a vicious twitch of his tail, snarled Tell that to Saint Judas over there...

Mel's inner demon mostly only appeared when it and he were threatened, and it would not be so quick to forget those searing flashes of holy light.

"Discourse breeds failure, be sure you are not the source of that failure," Salah said, snapping him out of it. Mel nodded once, contrite, but also puzzled. Wasn't talking about things how they would agree and decide on a course of action as a team and solidify their unity? Though perhaps he meant that, in battle, a soldier questioning or arguing with his commander could get his team killed.

Mel knew this to be true but, in order for a team to blindly follow a commander's orders, they had to trust that commander, and Jacob had done more than enough not to make Mel (or several of the others) trust him. Besides, he wasn't their commander- or at least, not yet. Not ever, if I have anything to say about it, his demon half purred vehemently.

It seems the lecture portion was over, however, and Salah stepped back and addressed the team as a whole, making modifications to the plan. He nodded as he took in the words, viewing the building strategically as he'd been taught. He felt a twist of guilt at using battle tactics learned from demons in this situation, but it was the only training he'd ever received.

The Saint didn't make any objections to Salah's remonstrations, but he also showed no remorse for his actions and seemed entirely unapologetic about it. Mel couldn't pretend not to be bothered by this, but now was not the time. When Jacob mentioned casting a large-scale spell over the center after they had cleared the front, Mel's role became immediately clear to him.

Previous animosity aside, now his demon half was simply itching for a fight. Mel was bouncing on the balls of his feet, tail twitching back and forth in a predatory fashion, grinning from ear to ear. He wanted to be off the leash.

"In the time it takes you to prepare your spell, old man," he said, unable to resist making the jibe, "I'll take out those three guards at the front. Just make sure I've gotten clear before you send the holy spirit into that building."

He nodded in acknowledgment when Jacob made the comment about not negatively affecting him. Well, it was something at least.

He looked over at Salah expectantly, waiting to be given the order, wanting to get this started.

 

[Nastarial]

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After having stated how she'd prefer to proceed with her own task, Amelia watched as the Saint approached, confusion in her eyes... until he started his prayer. She frowned deeply at him, though she said nothing. The Quintons weren't shy about sharing their position on religion and the practices in them, but for the sake of teamwork, she was making an effort to not be confrontational about it. It wasn't the time or place, though she planned to speak with him on the matter later. Of course, the older man showed no hesitation to continue on for the rest of the group, finishing with his input on how they should act and do. Some of what he was suggesting didn't line what with what she had heard from the others, however. Amelia didn't know any sort of battle-wise applications for anyone's abilities, so her inexperience on the matter lead to her continued silence until she looked to the member she was being teamed up with. It seemed that her efforts to tuned out the dark presence had been good enough to prevent her from noticing how close it was now- well, he, since the name, look, and distorted voice of the figure gave her that impression.

The fear she felt mentally came back like a tidal wave as Hinzerhaus approached, asking if she were armed. She shook her head vehemently as she sought again to ignore the feeling he gave off. "N-no, my mind's my only weapon," she told him. She would've continued but his display of weaponry and Mel's outburst interrupted. The half-demon made good points, though he seemed more aggressive than he had previously been. She quirked a brow at him as his aura, quick to appear and quicker to disperse, had not gone unnoticed by the psion. But as the 'planning' continued on, there were contentious points brought up by the others as well. It seemed that the Saint's assessment of the team's abilities was, at best, mediocre. Plus, as for herself, Amelia would have a harder time performing her task in all this if she had to contend with mentally blocking the strange man she was currently teamed with. She let out a weary sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose as things took a mildly argumentative turn, as things were further hashed out before their consultant spoke up.

Asher went through chastising and amending the plan better, according to what she assumed he knew about them and the abilities each of them had spoke of in his presence. Amelia inclined her head respectfully as he addressed her and the Crowfather. He even removed the hinderance from her task, appointing himself as her protector for the duration. She let out a relieved breath, thankful to him, since she hadn't the chance to address that issue yet. Everything sounded good to her, and when he asked her if she was ready to get into position, she nodded. "I am," she said with certainty, unscrewing the small lid of her brace-flask and taking a small drought of the drug within. Third-Eye, while being a street-brew, had differing effects on people based on whether they had any psionic talent. For normal folks, it gave them a psychedelic high. For psions, it gave a minor enhancement to that psion's talent with a high that decreased over usage. For Amelia specifically, it let her increase her range for clairaudience and -voyance. Seeing as how she didn't know the full layout beyond what she could see normally, she felt it was a fair measure to take. She had taken it a decent amount of times before, so her own high would be short lived, while she reaped what benefits she could.

The Saint again added his input, saying he'd still need her aid. "You will have the locations when I get them. Additional info takes, again, additional time so I ask you have some patience if you like accuracy." She tuned out everything else, ready to get this initiation done, and looked for a decent spot she could be decently hidden among the hedges that wasn't terribly far from the rest of the group. With luck, it would also give Asher an element of surprise should he need to deal with any hostiles. After looking about and behind, she spotted a side path that opened up a few feet behind them. "This seems promising," she commented as she poked her head through cautiously. She didn't see anyone near, but it looked like a simple gardening shed. "I believe this would be a decent position for me to scout everything out. Mister Salah, thank you in advance for your protection. I'll get started now."

She hunkered down on just the other side of the hedge, not wanting to go too far in lest there were other guards about that they hadn't noticed yet. She knelt down in the grass, and began to concentrate. For a moment, her eyes glazed over, and then they glowed faintly with a pale white light. She'd hopefully be able to locate the hostages first, since that was the priority. From there, she'd hope to locate the enemies located within.

[div class=misc]Location: I.I HQ, Initiation Chamber

Interacting: St. Boethius , Stikes , Leo, Rachel, Ayama , Johan, Eliasdagood , Razzo, Hinzerhaus, Lemercer , and ZacksQuest

Items: brace-flask, phone(off)

Actions: Agreeing with amended plan/starting to locate hostiles and hostages [/div] [/div][/div]

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After having stated how she'd prefer to proceed with her own task, Amelia watched as the Saint approached, confusion in her eyes... until he started his prayer. She frowned deeply at him, though she said nothing. The Quintons weren't shy about sharing their position on religion and the practices in them, but for the sake of teamwork, she was making an effort to not be confrontational about it. It wasn't the time or place, though she planned to speak with him on the matter later. Of course, the older man showed no hesitation to continue on for the rest of the group, finishing with his input on how they should act and do. Some of what he was suggesting didn't line what with what she had heard from the others, however. Amelia didn't know any sort of battle-wise applications for anyone's abilities, so her inexperience on the matter lead to her continued silence until she looked to the member she was being teamed up with. It seemed that her efforts to tuned out the dark presence had been good enough to prevent her from noticing how close it was now- well, he, since the name, look, and distorted voice of the figure gave her that impression.

The fear she felt mentally came back like a tidal wave as Hinzerhaus approached, asking if she were armed. She shook her head vehemently as she sought again to ignore the feeling he gave off. "N-no, my mind's my only weapon," she told him. She would've continued but his display of weaponry and Mel's outburst interrupted. The half-demon made good points, though he seemed more aggressive than he had previously been. She quirked a brow at him as his aura, quick to appear and quicker to disperse, had not gone unnoticed by the psion. But as the 'planning' continued on, there were contentious points brought up by the others as well. It seemed that the Saint's assessment of the team's abilities was, at best, mediocre. Plus, as for herself, Amelia would have a harder time performing her task in all this if she had to contend with mentally blocking the strange man she was currently teamed with. She let out a weary sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose as things took a mildly argumentative turn, as things were further hashed out before their consultant spoke up.

Asher went through chastising and amending the plan better, according to what she assumed he knew about them and the abilities each of them had spoke of in his presence. Amelia inclined her head respectfully as he addressed her and the Crowfather. He even removed the hinderance from her task, appointing himself as her protector for the duration. She let out a relieved breath, thankful to him, since she hadn't the chance to address that issue yet. Everything sounded good to her, and when he asked her if she was ready to get into position, she nodded. "I am," she said with certainty, unscrewing the small lid of her brace-flask and taking a small drought of the drug within. Third-Eye, while being a street-brew, had differing effects on people based on whether they had any psionic talent. For normal folks, it gave them a psychedelic high. For psions, it gave a minor enhancement to that psion's talent with a high that decreased over usage. For Amelia specifically, it let her increase her range for clairaudience and -voyance. Seeing as how she didn't know the full layout beyond what she could see normally, she felt it was a fair measure to take. She had taken it a decent amount of times before, so her own high would be short lived, while she reaped what benefits she could.

The Saint again added his input, saying he'd still need her aid. "You will have the locations when I get them. Additional info takes, again, additional time so I ask you have some patience if you like accuracy." She tuned out everything else, ready to get this initiation done, and looked for a decent spot she could be decently hidden among the hedges that wasn't terribly far from the rest of the group. With luck, it would also give Asher an element of surprise should he need to deal with any hostiles. After looking about and behind, she spotted a side path that opened up a few feet behind them. "This seems promising," she commented as she poked her head through cautiously. She didn't see anyone near, but it looked like a simple gardening shed. "I believe this would be a decent position for me to scout everything out. Mister Salah, thank you in advance for your protection. I'll get started now."

She hunkered down on just the other side of the hedge, not wanting to go too far in lest there were other guards about that they hadn't noticed yet. She knelt down in the grass, and began to concentrate. For a moment, her eyes glazed over, and then they glowed faintly with a pale white light. She'd hopefully be able to locate the hostages first, since that was the priority. From there, she'd hope to locate the enemies located within.

 

[ZacksQuest]

Convention Center Entrance Yard

A full sweep of the convention center grounds would reveal a number of things. The first and foremost was that, with the team not immediately present, the interns weren't particularly in-character. In between the important information was a veritable cacophony of chit-chat. Many of them sounded brash, inexperienced, or perhaps taking things a little easily which bodes well for the team.
"Hey, did you hear they put Divan on the team."
"Divan? You fucking kidding me? That weasel is the reason I didn't make it onto a team."
"No, you didn't make it on a team because you lied about having medical experience and he caught you in it."
"Well when I'm done putting his pasty silver ass in the hospital bed, he'll wish I was there to help him!
"...no. No he wouldn't. Because you don't have medical training, dumbass."

"This is crazy. Like, I know we've been target dummies on these training sims for a while, man, but have you ever just thought about how much work has to go into this? Like every one of these switches is an illusion, right, but you flip this switch and the power to the building'll clip off- switch this one you'll turn the lights off in the bathrooms- switch this one you turn the elevators back on- and these switches aren't even real, and the lights aren't real, and the generators aren't real, but it all works! My head hurts thinking about it!"
"Aye, Tom, my head's hurtin' too thinkin about how you won't fuckin' shove it. Get the Hell back to yer spot an' follow the script."

"Decoys in place?"
"Yes, sir. Positioned in Conference Room D, like you said."
"Good. If the Intervention goons go for the decoys, they'll trip the wards and they and the hostages'll go up in smoke."
"...this is the third time we've said this garbage. When can we stop?"
"You don't know when they'll be spying on us in the shadows. That's the whole point of covert ops, cadet."

"Is that how you hold a gun? Really? C'mon, kid, let me see that. Both hands, right hand on the butt of the stock to stop recoil, don't close your eye to shoot. Who gave you your combat training?"
"Alala of the Greek pantheon, ma'am- er, godess- er-"
"Her? Uff. Alright, next time the board's meeting, I'm gonna make sure you guys get real Valhallan combat training."
"Er, ma-godess-we're just combat practice. Is that really neces-"
"You finish that sentence, kid, and I'm gonna bop you with this. What if the facility gets attacked and the other Intervention teams are too busy to save your asses? ...Yeah, thought so. Now finger off the trigger, square your stance, and get cover to protect your vitals. Let's have fun with this exercise.

Other than these conversations, from the snippets of casual back-and-forth Amelia could discern about thirty distinct voices, twenty aggressors and ten hostages but the number is a rough estimate as more of them could be staying silent like the Lamia guards ahead of them. She could also surmise that there are three main groups- one group actually in the corner room where the windows exploded from, one group in the opposite corner of the building, and one group gathered in the center in what sounded like a large room from the way the voices reverberated in her head.

Characters: Various Interns and Board Member Freya | Location: Athenaiko Kentro Courtyard and Inner Building | Action: Pacing, Following the Script, Giving Away Information (Currently) | Other Notes: There is an electrical fusebox somewhere in the facility. One of the assembled groups is a decoy group protected by explosive magical wards. Apparently a godess with "Valhallan" representation is prepping one of the Interns.

 

[Eliasdagood]

Aziza tries very hard not to focus on team drama. That can be dealt with later. There’s a consensus, and a plan, and it’s time. When Amelia heads to cover, Aziza follows, laying in the illusory grass next to her. “Once you’ve got a location, let me know.” She whispers, excited. This is just so new to her. She gets to help strategize, and give opinions on things, and make choices! Gods, she’s missed choices.

Location: Training room Interactions: Amelia Quinton Actions: Awaiting information and preparing to teleport.

 

[St. Boethius]

As the team got to work St. Jacob began preparing his spell. The Saint made sure he was away from Mel and within earshot of Amelia. Taking his rosary he made the sign of the cross over himself with it and quickly whispered the the prayers of the rosary: “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” With each Hail Mary he completed a bead on the rosary began to glow with divine power, and with each bead imbued with power a rose flower was formed beside the saint. He can move the roses at his will and they acted as the targeting mechanism for the spell. It would take some time to complete all the prayers and fully imbue the rosary with power, but it would be done by the time the necessary information was given. Soon enough he already had a small rose garden of 10 divine roses growing at his feet.

 

[Nastarial]

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Sounds and voices came through clearer than images, but it was more than enough for Amelia to work with. She tilted and turned her head this way and that, the minor conversations and movements allowing her to get an initial number and it took a few extra moments to suss out the differences between the groups, focusing on the hostages first. She didn't expect so much chatter, not from an organization like Intervention, but she wasn't complaining. She opened her mouth to start to give everyone an idea of what she herself was getting, she heard an interesting bit about switches. "Razzo," she called softly with a hint of a grin on her lips as her eyes maintained their soft, unfocused glow, "Looks like there's an illusionary fuse box that works as accurately as a real one. As for rest, I've counted roughly ten hostages and twenty hostiles so far."

Her head suddenly snapped back as though she had to immediately 'look' at the building before them. Her eyes darkened with a furrow of her brow. "Well, a decoy group isn't exactly fair. I'll have to be even more careful giving you guys locations, unless you want barbecued hostage," she sighed. A piece of conversation made her expression even more bleak. "Johan, a Nordic goddess seems to be present. Let's hope she's your butt-buddy, huh." While there was still some noisy chatter in her head, Amelia was able to get a feel of where they were. "They seem to be pretty evenly spaced out. The closest group is there-" she pointed at the busted windows and the room beyond them, "-with a group in the middle and close to what I think the back of the building is. And I'm not sure which group has the hostages. I'll continue working on figuring out what group not to hit. Anything else is up to you guys."

[div class=misc]Location: I.I HQ, Initiation Chamber

Interacting: St. Boethius , Stikes , Leo, Rachel, Ayama , Johan, Eliasdagood , Razzo, Hinzerhaus, Lemercer , and ZacksQuest

Items: brace-flask, phone(off)

Actions: Sharing enemy plans, intel and numbers/working on discerning hostages [/div] [/div][/div]

Spoiler

Sounds and voices came through clearer than images, but it was more than enough for Amelia to work with. She tilted and turned her head this way and that, the minor conversations and movements allowing her to get an initial number and it took a few extra moments to suss out the differences between the groups, focusing on the hostages first. She didn't expect so much chatter, not from an organization like Intervention, but she wasn't complaining. She opened her mouth to start to give everyone an idea of what she herself was getting, she heard an interesting bit about switches. "Razzo," she called softly with a hint of a grin on her lips as her eyes maintained their soft, unfocused glow, "Looks like there's an illusionary fuse box that works as accurately as a real one. As for rest, I've counted roughly ten hostages and twenty hostiles so far."

Her head suddenly snapped back as though she had to immediately 'look' at the building before them. Her eyes darkened with a furrow of her brow. "Well, a decoy group isn't exactly fair. I'll have to be even more careful giving you guys locations, unless you want barbecued hostage," she sighed. A piece of conversation made her expression even more bleak. "Johan, a Nordic goddess seems to be present. Let's hope she's your butt-buddy, huh." While there was still some noisy chatter in her head, Amelia was able to get a feel of where they were. "They seem to be pretty evenly spaced out. The closest group is there-" she pointed at the busted windows and the room beyond them, "-with a group in the middle and close to what I think the back of the building is. And I'm not sure which group has the hostages. I'll continue working on figuring out what group not to hit. Anything else is up to you guys."

 

[Lemercer]

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A thin layer of amber light engulfed Asher's hands as he drew power from the flame within his chest. He followed Amelia, signaling Crowfather to follow the two, Eyes scanning for any unexpected hostiles in range, even if he was already aware of the structure of this simulation. Once Amelia settled behind a collection of hedges and greenery, Asher took a defensive stance, preparing his barriers for protection though delaying immediate deployment so that no guards would see the glow of his holy fire unless absolutely necessary. He nodded to Amelia as she began her ritual clairvoyance.

"Crowfather, if you would, survey to confirm the hostage locations given by Amelia, we don't want any unknowns going into this" Asher then turned to Amelia again "Thank you Amelia, would you happen to know the name of this Goddess?" he said, already having an inkling of an idea as to her identity, though again seeking complete confirmation. "We have to secure the hostage one group at a time and cutting off their communication as we go, i'd hate to alert them to early."

The flame along his hands grew a bit brighter now as he connected with his power, preparing to utlize it however was fit. "Once Crowfather and Amelia have confirmed the location-" Asher smiled a little, the thrill of battle beginning to fill him "Aziza, it's all you"
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Interacting: Crowfather, Amelia, Aziza Team Ezec
Located: Initiation Chamber
Mentioned: see interacting

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[ZacksQuest]

Convention Center Entrance Yard

The other people around this Norse goddess seemed to quiet down, not speaking to or over her anymore. No verification of her name would be gotten by listening, but her self-confidence was apparent in every word she spoke. Amelia would soon be able to hear the goddess speak to someone, but hear another person on the other side of the building give answer. Obviously either radio communications or some form of scrying magic was in effect here.

"Matthias."

"M-ma'am? Am I doing something wrong with my role-?" A gruff, yet somehow timid-sounding, voice responded.

"No, no, I'm just filling in for the 'boss' here. Have any of the lookouts heard or seen anything odd?"

"No, Ma'am. A-and they've all reported in so far, too." As this Matthias character said this, one of the lamias pulled out a radio transceiver and slithered around, whispering an 'all clear' into the radio, before turning back around with rod drawn.

"So they're being cautious," the goddess murmured, before crooning something to the youngish sounding man, the wry grin on her face audible from her voice. "Let's spice things up a bit for them. Get in touch with the other holding captains, we're cycling the hostage groups. A to C, B to A, all that. Just keep the groups in motion until the deadline hits."

"Move the hostage groups? That's not part of the procedure-"

"It wasn't part of the procedure because Deimos was a dolt who died as stupidly as he lived. Let's see them respond to something clever. But... let the front guard in. It's getting a little too boring for my tastes."

"I-I don't... er, yes, ma'am. Right away."

Then there was the sound of guards moving, shuffling across buildings. Guards were rallying all three of the groups, who were each clearly trying to talk but all three groups seemed to be gagged. They clearly weren't able to call for help, so it was down to if the guards would say anything, or if the muffled voices of the groups would help determine who were the hostages and who were the ambushers. The ambushers would probably sound less afraid or less angry, while the prisoners would be a mix of frightened and outraged. The guards said very little, and their tone of voice was the same in all three groups- straightforward, to the point, no unnecessary viciousness to pinpoint any of them as hostages. However, one of the muffled hostage groups- the one from the room where the window exploded, sounded outright calm, if not serene about the whole thing, while the other two certainly sounded stressed enough to be hostages.

The same lamia that gave the all-clear earlier received another call on the radio. Just like the goddess said, the lamia barked at the other two and two of the three slithered inside. The lamia that was slowly creeping his way towards the hidden group hissed his disapproval, but relented and slithered his way into the building. The front door was now wide open, but it's still possible the lamias, or any of the guards, could have set traps at any of the entrances.

Characters: None | Location: Athenaikon | Action: None (Currently) | Other Notes: None (Currently)

 

[Nastarial]

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The psionic woman listened intently for anything and everything that would help discern which group held the hostages. This newbie team was expected, according to the conversations she heard between who she guessed was the goddess and a subordinate. Unsurprising, given the circumstances. Then she heard what she needed to and it resulted in a dark scowl taking over her features. "Each group I've told you about seems to have hostages, and they're being shuffled."



She didn't like this at all, but she wasn't one to back down from a challenge. She focused harder, ignoring any and all sounds from her teammates that wouldn't be useful to her. With a quick smile, Amelia was able to relay something for them, however. "There," she pointed to the room with a broken window, "there's two hostages and a hostile. The hostile's horribly calm for this whole thing."



[div class=misc]Location: I.I HQ, Initiation Chamber

Interacting: St. Boethius , Stikes , Leo, Rachel, Ayama , Johan, Eliasdagood , Razzo, Hinzerhaus, Lemercer , and ZacksQuest

Items: brace-flask, phone(off)

Actions: Sharing enemy plans, intel and numbers/working on discerning hostages [/div] [/div][/div]

Spoiler

The psionic woman listened intently for anything and everything that would help discern which group held the hostages. This newbie team was expected, according to the conversations she heard between who she guessed was the goddess and a subordinate. Unsurprising, given the circumstances. Then she heard what she needed to and it resulted in a dark scowl taking over her features. "Each group I've told you about seems to have hostages, and they're being shuffled."

She didn't like this at all, but she wasn't one to back down from a challenge. She focused harder, ignoring any and all sounds from her teammates that wouldn't be useful to her. With a quick smile, Amelia was able to relay something for them, however. "There," she pointed to the room with a broken window, "there's two hostages and a hostile. The hostile's horribly calm for this whole thing."

 

[Eliasdagood]

Aziza looks over at the mage, seeming very tense and excited. “Is that my target? Give me the word, and I’ll go for it.” The djinn just can’t wait to get going. She is having a bit of an issue staying here and just waiting. She’s anxious to start in on this.

Location: Training arena Interactions: Amelia Actions: Waiting for orders.